Of course, she must be sleeping, sleeping deeply, wrapped in the darkness of that strange little world of hers.
She’s got to be a ghost. First of all, she’s just too beautiful. Her features are gorgeous, but it’s not only that. She’s so perfect I know she can’t be real. She’s like a person who stepped right out of a dream. The purity of her beauty gives me a feeling close to sadness –a very natural feeling, though one that only something extraordinary could produce.
You slowly but surely become a has-been.
Whether it’s good for anything or not, cool or totally uncool, in the final analysis what’s most important is what you can’t see but can feel in your heart. To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless don’t necessarily end up so.
I was beginning to understand what Hiraku Makimura meant about Ame’s wearing him down. Ame didn’t give anything. She only took. She consumed those around her to sustain herself. And those around her always gave. Her talent was manifested in a powerful gravitational pull. She believed it was her privilege, her right. Harmony and peace. In order for her to have that, she had everyone waiting on her hand and foot.
And probably is a word whose weight is incalculable.
It must be a wonderful thing to be so sure that you love somebody.
You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them. If nothing else, you need to remember that. You can’t erase history, or change it. It would be like destroying yourself.
I’ll never forget you,” I said. “I could never forget you.
The purity of her beauty gives me a feeling close to sadness – a very natural feeling, though one that only something extraordinary could produce.
I seriously believed I could escape myself–as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself.
We weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do.
Aku akan bahagia jika aku dan lari bisa menua bersama.
I can read the two of you as easily as I can a watermelon patch in broad daylight.
But he doubted the dead could think or feel anything. In his opinion, that was ones of the great things about dying.
It’s not so strange that when your memories change, the world changes.
Wherever the intention of each might lie, we are together being carried along at the same speed down the same river of time.
She and I had needed each other more than either of us knew.
Intelligent teenage girls were often instinctively theatrical, purposely eccentric, mouthing highly suggestive words to confuse people.
I try imagining myself in forty years, but it’s like trying to picture what lies beyond the universe.